sonnet 89

pretend you could demonize me for some spirit
&i will publish upon those indiscretions,
gossip of my lameness& watch me screech to a stop
against yer upbraidings making no plea for moicy.
nothing you can voodoo on me
better than what i can out doodoo
on myself, fathoming yer welldrink whimsy.
i may freak the dopes or lose friends;
be vacant from your honky tonk dude dreams,
your persona a perfume no nose can read
                                                      lest senses do it wrong,
smelling what feeds the rose's climb sure-thorned
    for thee, i'll wreck in waves my castle sand
    for i must ne'er again kiss our wedding band

 

sonnet 15

when i reckon everything that gallops
saunters of pure canter but a little while,
that this regal arena hands out zero except points
illustrating ink from secret's outer space;
when i remark humans as ants build cities,
sung about and slandered in the same breath,
sappy sweet in youth, decayed in sugar's slump of a century
varnishing the brain of any residual mind
over the plains in a rich blur of nomadic flight,
where yurt move astral nods to bigger clocks& finish line
     and, all in a race with Truth for love of you
     as Truth takes from you, i fuel you anew.

in meadow moo

ancient glaciers are calving
in the meadow moo of the universe
plopping turtlefrogs in the big soup on earth
from far far away we look
we appear
we appear to be looking
following the power of our evictions
the soup runs over the checkered fablecloth
you move to feel apparent
the film is shot underwater as baby cubes are braying
lowing in the clovered novas
sprinkled an a time wafer
lost in dark treeslimbs covered in coral and starfish
gravity's grave hello openarms fivebilliontonsayear
who's counting?
who counts?




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